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It's time once again for that big fun trivia contest, and those that are Big Dwarf Rodeo will be found huddle around a the radio, listening to that barely perceivable station which is KVSC.
Some wonder why we do it, but they don't know the elation which is hour 8, angst which is hour 36, the torment of Speed Round. Only a true Big Dwarf Rodeo veteran will understand.
Hour 4
Yay! Trivia has started and we are rarin' to go. The icy hot stuntaz are our mentors. We've got delicious vegetarian soup and fun-size bags o doritos. We've got knitting girl and a portuguese guy.
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| Root Vegetables are the answer |
To get really Dada, the shiz is putting together our makeshift blog o' trivia out of order. Now it's hour 32! Approaching rapidly the gambling hour. We're putting on coffee and some of the girls are getting, well, a little nutty.
Hours 32-42
Well, the shiz has been sleeping through most of the night, the night when the evil ISP crashed and we went for seven hours sans internet with only our little brains and a stack of books. Yeah, we were old skool. Our effectiveness was marginally diminished.
I'm thanking the gods that I slept through the two hours of jazz. Jazz is the tool of the Prince of Darkness.
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Here is some of the team contemplating a question.
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| about Lillian Vernon Questions. They make us touch ourselves. |
Hour 6: Nothing to say. Everyone's still awake so we got the power like Team Impact, but we got it.
Hour 9: Much to our outrage, we discovered the link below, a flat-out diss fashizzling our cred. We issued a challenge to a cage match, and we're pretty sure that SCA isn't up to the task. Word.
The ultimate Whack Diss on US
| gert's ballin' out of control |
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| She's in the fastlane |
Gertrude Stein/on my mind/she's the shiz/in my biz/like bling bling/her prose takes wing/I get busy/her poems are dizzy/gotsta give props/cuz Stein's the tops Hour Ten:
Okay, the bras have come off; the inactivewear is donned....aw yeah, we're kicking it into high gear. Ultra high gear, baby! Old skool and old skull! Chuck Woolery and Tom Foolery!
Hour 12, or is it 13?
We're down to four hearty souls, but we're hanging in there. Reinforcements in two and a half hours. And this 250 point question is tempting one of our members to make 4:30 a.m. phone calls to sleeping loved ones. Bad idea.
Hour 18: The dog is eating our cinnamon rolls. It's the saddest thing. The shiz is back on the scene after a brief respite. Not refreshed, stinkier, and a little drooling. BTW, we've all decided to vote Audio Trivia off the island.
Hour 24: Well, we've had bathroom exposure, tirades about the homophobic leanings of the DJs and the misogynist team names obsessed with female genitalia. Sleepers are awakening, and we refreshed ourselves with a walk outside and some salads. Whee! And we are in love with Stone's Biscuit:
A team member has pointed out that we all have feelings and needs and they should be respected.
At this point in hour 30, we're all thinking it would be a really good idea to start a Big Dwarf Rodeo BLOG. We're just those kind of people, bringing out internal landscape to you in full, glorious detail. Yeah.
At long last, the dreaded Zydeco Implosion is over and they've soothed our worn nerve endings with some Funk. Phew. Hour 30 just got a whole lot funkier.
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